"One peanut has two beans, yellow skin, purple skin and snow-white flesh. She knows cold and warmth and is caring. I can't kiss my own daughters-in-law enough!" Zhang Wanlong hugged his two daughters-in-law, kissed each of them several times, and went to work in the fields with Xiao Genzi.
Seeing that little Genzi was full of energy, Zhang Wanlong asked, "Didn't you teach Shizi how to read yesterday? Why are you still so energetic today?" Genzi smiled innocently and said, "Teaching Shizi how to read is not a tiring task."
Zhang Wanlong snorted and said, "You are still young. You would feel tired at my age." "My two sisters-in-law are so considerate. Is there anything that can tire you?"
Zhang Wanlong nodded: "My two wives are very considerate. I don't have to do anything for most things!" As he spoke, Zhang Wanlong looked at his house.
Du Wenming knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered, so he pushed the door open and walked in.
Zhang Wanlong's eldest daughter-in-law came out of the house and looked at Du Wenming and said, "Who are you? Why are you entering someone else's house?" Du Wenming said expressionlessly, "I came to Zhang Wanlong to buy seeds."
"Our men are not here, please sit here and wait for a while," the eldest wife invited Du Wenming into the hall, and the younger wife made a pot of tea for Du Wenming. Du Wenming looked at the younger wife, turned his right hand, and put his arm around the younger wife, trying to hug her waist.
His purpose was not to take advantage, he wanted to control the two women and then find seeds in Zhang Wanlong's house.
As long as Du Wenming could hold the young wife, she would never move again. Zhang Wanlong would dance with her and she would fall apart in just two or three steps. The young wife squatted down and took a box of snacks from under the table, just avoiding Du Wenming's arm.
Du Wenming was startled and reached out to grab his young wife's arm.
The young wife lowered her head and picked up a piece of cake, dodging Du Wenming again. Was she doing this intentionally or unintentionally?
If it was unintentional, it was too coincidental. If it was intentional, it was too strong.
Du Wenming was a cultivator on the cloud. If the woman had intentionally dodged twice, her reaction, speed, and agility were no less than Du Wenming's. Du Wenming didn't believe in evil and reached out to put his hand on the young wife's shoulder.
The young wife turned around with the pastry, put it to her nose and sniffed it: "It doesn't taste fresh anymore. I'll give you something else to eat." She avoided Du Wenming again and took the pastry to the kitchen.
It seems that just physical strength is not enough, Du Wenming has to use some techniques.
He followed his young wife into the kitchen, sliding and twisting his feet and starting to dance.
The eldest daughter-in-law was scolding the younger daughter-in-law in the kitchen: "Did he touch you just now?" "No, I didn't let him touch you..." The younger daughter-in-law defended herself with a wronged look on her face.
"Let my man know about this and see how he'll deal with you!"
The elder wife pinched the younger wife's peach hard. The younger wife felt the pain, covered her peach, and jumped up on the spot. With just this one move, Du Wenming's dance steps were avoided again.
There is no way this could be unintentional!
The eldest daughter-in-law looked at Du Wenming and asked, "Did you touch my sister just now?"
Du Wenming was just thinking about how to respond when his young wife complained to him from behind: "You shameless man, I am a married woman, why are you seducing me?" When did this young wife appear behind him?
Du Wenming was startled, but with his nimble dancing steps, he turned around and walked around to his young wife.
The elder wife picked up a feather duster and hit the younger wife: "You blame others for seducing you, you are not a good person either!"
The young wife dodged the feather duster, which hit Du Wenming.
This time he hit her so hard that Du Wenming gritted his teeth in pain.
It’s not that difficult to dodge a feather duster, but the key point is that Du Wenming never thought about dodging it.
Every move of these two people seemed not to be directed at him, but they could not only block his moves, but also fight back. What's more terrible was that Du Wenming's key techniques were ineffective against them.
The two women had been dealing with Du Wenming, but they showed no signs of dancing. Du Wenming could not lead them to dance, and many of his methods could not be used. When Li Banfeng and Du Wenming fought, his cultivation had reached the cloud. At that time, even Li Banfeng could not control himself and danced with him.
Why didn't the two women dance? Aren't they human?
Was this grown by Zhang Wanlong? Du Wenming was shocked and continued to dance.
Even if the two women were not alive, they must have spirits. As long as there was something spiritual, even if it was a magic weapon, Du Wenming would have a way to make them dance. But the two women refused to dance. The elder wife chased the younger wife with a broom, and the younger wife twisted her waist and kept dodging.
Bang!
Another broom hit Du Wenming, and Du Wenming jumped out of Zhang Wanlong's yard, slid all the way, and ran out of the village. Two people who were raised were so strong, so how strong must Zhang Wanlong himself be?
In the field, Zhang Wanlong wiped his sweat and said, "Brother, this battle was a bit dangerous!"
Xiao Genzi was startled, picked up the spoon and bucket, and asked, "Was there a war? Where was the war?" "Just now a ruthless man broke into our house, but was beaten away by your two sisters-in-law."
Xiao Genzi let out a long sigh: "How can you be considered a ruthless person if you were beaten away by your sister-in-law?"
Zhang Wanlong shook his head and sighed: "Brother, you don't know, if your two sisters-in-law can't beat him, we have to release something else. Some things can't be seen by others!"
...
Du Wenming returned to Yetang Teahouse in Lushui City and told Mr. Kong Fang about the battle.
Mr. Kong Fang shook his head and took a sip of tea: "It's a bit difficult for you to deal with Zhang Wanlong. After all, he is a leader in farming." Du Wenming said nothing.
Mr. Kong Fang said again: "After all, other states are different from the Mainland. You usually live in other states, so you probably haven't met such people." Du Wenming still didn't say anything.
Mr. Kong Fang thought for a moment and gave Du Wenming a task: "Ye Songqiao has several business accounts that have not been settled for a long time. You go and collect the accounts." Du Wenming did not say anything, and there was no special expression on his face, but every word of Mr. Kong Fang hit him in the heart.
Collect debts?
He is the second in command of Xuehuapu, is this what he should do?
Mr. Kong Fang also noticed that Du Wenming was somewhat dissatisfied, and he explained: "Things in the out-of-state are just like that, you have to put more thought into the business in Puro State." While talking, Mr. Kong Fang had been drinking tea, and the curtain under the bamboo hat covered his face. Although his expression could not be seen, the careless perfunctory attitude could be felt. Without the identity of an out-of-state, Du Wenming seemed to have no great value.
Seeing Mr. Kong Fang's attitude, Du Wenming asked directly: "Second Master, I really don't understand why we should buy Zhang Wanlong's seeds." Mr. Kong Fang blew on the tea and said: "The situation in Puro State is different from that in other states. There are some things that I can't explain to you clearly."
"Please speak slowly. I am listening carefully."
Mr. Kong Fang put down his teacup and said, "Because I need a bait, I will make a bait like myself and go to the Lu Family Book House to lure Zhou Badou out. Then I will take the opportunity to bring Yu Yaoming out."
"Then there's no need to ask Zhang Wanlong for seeds. I'll be the bait and lure Zhou Badou out from the Lu Family Bookstore."
Mr. Kong Fang sighed: "Wen Ming, I don't mean to look down on you. I'm just telling you the truth. With your current fighting power, Zhou Badou can't be lured out by you. He doesn't even bother to look at you."
Du Wenming suppressed his anger and continued, "Then I won't be the bait. You go and lure Zhou Badou out, and I'll go in and take Yu Yaoming away." Mr. Kong Fang smiled and said, "I really don't look down on you. Even if Zhou Badou is not here, you can't take Yu Yaoming away if you enter the Lu Family Library."
"Let's give it a try!" Du Wenming could no longer suppress his anger.
It's not that he's impulsive. If he continues to endure now, he will soon fail as the third boss. In the future, he can only start with odd jobs like collecting bills. Mr. Kong Fang waved his hand: "Don't act on impulse. Let's think of a way."
Du Wenming shook his head and said, "I'm not acting on impulse, Second Master, I've followed you for all these years and I'm loyal to you. Just help me this time and let me accomplish this great thing in Pro Province."
"Okay, you have ambition." Mr. Kong Fang picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Du Wenming. Du Wenming picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. ..
Zhang Wanlong picked up the teapot and added another cup of tea to Li Banfeng: "Seventh Master, you didn't come to me today just to chat, did you?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "Brother Zhang, I really have something to talk to you about. I heard that you don't sell seeds anymore, but I still need some seeds here." Zhang Wanlong's eldest daughter-in-law came over and said, "Seventh Master, please buy seeds somewhere else. Old Zhang in our family has never sold seeds!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Wanlong glared at his wife, who stuck out her tongue and turned away.
"Seventh Master, to be honest, I would definitely not sell to anyone else, but you are an old customer, so just tell me how much you want to buy." Li Banfeng said, "Not much, just 500, 100 each of cabbage, winter melon, corn, wheat, and green pepper." "Okay." Zhang Wanlong asked his wife to pack the seeds without asking any more questions.
But Li Banfeng took the initiative to tell the truth: "I don't want to use these seeds. I want to give them to the foreigner Cuitik for the matter of Desong Cliff." Genzi glanced at Li Banfeng, indicating that this matter should not be told.
Zhang Wanlong was also stunned: "Seventh Master, you don't have to tell me about this. The seeds are already in your hands."
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "You can't do business this way. If you don't want to give the seeds to Cuitik, I will return the seeds to you now, and I also promise that I will never give the seeds I have now to Cuitik."
Seeing Li Banfeng's sincerity, Zhang Wanlong also told the truth: "Seventh Master, I am really afraid of being implicated in the matter of Desong Cliff." Li Banfeng took out the deed: "I bought the seeds from you. If anyone pursues this matter, I will bear the responsibility." "Frankly!" Zhang Wanlong looked at Li Banfeng with respect, "I agree to this matter, but I also have a request." "Please speak."
"My village is expanding, but the wasteland that has been reclaimed is only three miles. Many fields are beyond the boundary. The monsters outside are always keeping an eye on them, and they have destroyed a lot of my things.
Moreover, the newly reclaimed land has sunlight. Although the light is weak, some crops really cannot do without this little light. I want to reclaim ten miles of land, but the local god has not responded. I heard that the Seventh Master has a good relationship with the local god. Please let the Seventh Master know and arrange a suitable day for us to reclaim the land. "
Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it. I'll tell you as soon as we agree on a date."
The two sides agreed, and Li Banfeng had lunch at Zhang Wanlong's house. He originally wanted to walk around the village, but then Luo Zhengnan called and said that Boss Lu invited Li Banfeng to a gathering at the bookstore, and he even posted a special invitation.
Boss Lu is coming to see me?
There was still no explanation for the incident involving Xiaopang, and Li Banfeng was planning to investigate Boss Lu, but he didn't expect Boss Lu to come to his door.
"What does he want me to do? When is the party?"
"Boss Lu said we just want to sit down and chat. He didn't say anything specific, and the time hasn't been set. He said he'll just invite you alone, and you can make the arrangements as you see fit." Li Qi thought for a moment and agreed: "Tell Boss Lu that I'll go see him at ten o'clock tonight."
..
At 7:30, Boss Lu closed the bookstore, set up his desk, picked up his pen, and continued to write the sequel to "Xiu Shuang Ji". He wrote for two hours and barely wrote one page. After writing it, he read it once and tore up the manuscript.
One volume of Xiu Shuang Ji costs eight pieces of Huanguo banknotes. There are thirty-six stories in one volume. If it is written at this level, Boss Lu feels that he has not repaid the money people have spent on the book.
It was almost ten o'clock. Boss Lu had brewed tea, heated up the wine, and prepared snacks and appetizers. The sign that said "closed" was still hanging, but he opened the door. Not long after, Li Qi entered the bookstore, and Boss Lu stood up to greet him.
"Seventh Master, here we come!"
Li Banfeng nodded and smiled, "Boss Lu personally came to my house and sent me an invitation, so how could I not come?" "Seventh Master, please sit down. Would you like to drink wine or tea?"
"The guest follows the host's wishes."
"Then let's have wine and tea together." Boss Lu poured tea with one hand and wine with the other. The two of them sat in the bookstore hall, looking at more than a dozen shelves of books, eating and chatting. When they talked about the new works of famous authors, Boss Lu deliberately mentioned "Yuxiang Ji".
"Seventh Master, which one do you think is better, The Story of the Jade Fragrance or The Collection of the Embroidered Frost?"
Li Banfeng shook his head slightly: "Yuxiang Ji is a long novel, Xiushuang Ji is a collection of essays, they are not of the same type, how can they be compared together." "Let's not talk about the style, just talk about the narrative, which book has a better story."
Li Banfeng drank a cup of tea first, then a glass of wine, and then he carefully tasted it: "If we count by age, when Xiu Shuang Ji was compiled, there was no similar work. This is a pioneering work, and at that time, no one could compare with it."
Boss Lu shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter what year it was, or when it was written, let's compare them together."
"If we have to compare them, later generations borrowed the methods and skills of their predecessors, improved and innovated them, and what they wrote is naturally better than what their predecessors did." Boss Lu drank a glass of wine and nodded repeatedly.
Although this sounded sad, Boss Lu admitted that "Yuxiang Ji" was better than "Xiu Shuang Ji", and Li Banfeng's explanation was also acceptable to Boss Lu. He believed that Zhang Xiuling took advantage of being a latecomer, not because her strength surpassed his.
Boss Lu attached great importance to Li Banfeng's comments, but Li Banfeng was still waiting for Boss Lu to get to the point.
He definitely didn't invite me here today to discuss literature. Could it be that he wanted to tell me about Xiaopang's affairs? Boss Lu took out a stack of papers and said, "Seventh Master, please take a look."
Li Banfeng took the paper and thought that the main topic was coming.
But when he opened it, he found that it was the manuscript of the sequel to Xiu Shuang Ji. Li Banfeng asked, "Who wrote this?"
Boss Lu smiled and said, "This was written by a friend who was quite famous in the literary world back then. I've been feeling inspired these days and want to write a sequel to 'Xiu Shuang Ji'." Are you still discussing literature?
Could it be that the friend he was talking about was the main topic of tonight?
Li Banfeng carefully read the sequel and gave a comment: "It's just a dog's tail." Boss Lu shuddered and almost dropped his wine glass: "Seventh Master, why do you say that?"
"Please tell this friend not to write any more books. Xiu Shuang Ji is a masterpiece and cannot tolerate such an inappropriate sequel. Let's take a look at the original story of Xiu Shuang Ji. The plot is bizarre and tortuous, and the erotic parts are fascinating. How could there be so many twists and turns?
Look at the first story of this sequel. The male and female protagonists can't even communicate clearly. A simple thing can lead to so many misunderstandings. This kind of clichéd plot has to be made into "Xiu Shuang Ji". Doesn't the author think too highly of himself?"
Boss Lu pursed his lips and said in defense, "Aren't several famous writers today, such as Zhang Xiuling and Shen Rongqing, writing in this way? There is also such a story in "Yuxiang Ji".
This writing style can depict the emotional ups and downs and gains more clearly."
Li Banfeng laughed: "So, your friend can't write "Xiu Shuang Ji". Since the famous writer who wrote "Xiu Shuang Ji" was able to establish a school of his own, ask him if he cares about other people's writing styles? Will he imitate other people's writing styles? Can he put the routines of a long story into a short story?"
Your friend relies on this little ability, and he wants to continue writing "Xiu Shuang Collection" and even wants to challenge the famous writers of that time. Do you think it is unfair to say that he is overestimating his own abilities?"
Click!
The wine jug in Boss Lu's hand broke.
"What's going on?" Li Banfeng was stunned for a moment.
Boss Lu threw the broken wine jug aside, took a new one, and after everything was cleaned up, he began to rub his face hard.
His mouth was crooked due to anger, and he rubbed it for a long time before he straightened it.
"Seventh Master is right. This person overestimates his own abilities!" Boss Lu brought out paper and pen. "Seventh Master, please give me some careful instructions on what is wrong with my writing. I will tell my friend the truth."
friend. "
Boss Lu has been discussing literature, and Li Banfeng has been accompanying him in the discussion. He earnestly puts forward his opinions, and Boss Lu takes notes seriously.
In a blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock. Mr. Kong Fang came to the door of the study wearing a bamboo hat and pushed it open and walked in.
Ding~
Li Banfeng heard the door open and looked back, but his view was blocked by the bookshelf.
Boss Lu shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. I think someone didn't see the closing sign. I'll ask a waiter to send him away."
Mr. Kong Fang entered the study. He did not see Li Banfeng, nor did he see the table full of wine and tea. He only saw Boss Lu climbing up the ladder and arranging the bookshelves by himself.
Boss Lu looked at Mr. Kong Fang and said, "We are closed now. If you want to buy books, please come early tomorrow."
Mr. Kong Fang laughed and said, "Mr. Zhou, I've come here in person, is it appropriate for you to say that you're closing now?"
"We're not closing now. We closed a long time ago." Boss Lu was tidying up the bookshelf seriously.
Li Banfeng just felt someone enter the bookstore, but in the blink of an eye, that person disappeared again.
Boss Lu sat opposite him, still checking his notes: "Seventh Master, how did you say that the sixth chapter of the second volume should be revised?"
Li Banfeng was about to turn his thoughts back to Xiu Shuang Ji, but he heard a faint sound from upstairs.
Squeak squeak squeak
Li Banfeng raised his head slightly, and Boss Lu said, "There have been more termites in the bookstore these past two days, and they start to eat the wood at night. Master Qi, let's continue with the sixth chapter." Li Banfeng felt that this was not the sound of termites.
The window in the second-floor warehouse opened. Du Wenming slid into the outer room through the window and quickly opened the door to the inner room. He looked around the room but did not see Yu Yaoming. Instead, he saw Boss Lu pulling open the bed curtain and sitting on the bed and asked, "Looking for me?"
Mr. Kong Fang was downstairs, watching Boss Lu packing up the bookshelf. He was not in a hurry to start, his purpose was to buy time for Du Wenming.
"Old Zhou, we haven't seen each other for so many years, and you're treating me like this?"
Boss Lu turned around and looked at Mr. Kong Fang: "Do we know each other?"
"How can you say you don't know each other? We were... "
"We are really closed. If you have anything, we can talk tomorrow."
Boss Lu was about to see the guests off when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting upstairs.
Du Wenming took action upstairs.
Mr. Kong Fang was a little surprised. According to Du Wenming, Yu Yaoming's cultivation was not high, so there was no need for Du Wenming to make such a big fuss.
Was there an accident upstairs?
Mr. Kong Fang pointed upstairs and said, "Have you sent the thieves away? Can I go and check for you?"
Boss Lu walked down the ladder and shook his head, saying, "The second floor is the storeroom, no one is allowed in."
"I'm not a idler, I'm your friend." Mr. Kong Fang moved his toes as if he was going upstairs.
Boss Lu appeared at the door of the warehouse on the second floor, holding an old book in his hand: "I really can't remember having a friend like you."
Mr. Kong Fang waved his hand and threw out two copper coins, which flew towards Boss Lu.
There was no way to defend against this copper coin. Even if Boss Lu used words to summon a wall three feet behind him, the copper coin would easily penetrate it.
But if Boss Lu chooses to dodge, it means he is giving up the stairs.
Boss Lu didn't dodge, but shook the old book in his hand.
The dust from the old book scattered in the air and gathered into the word "door".
The two coins flew into the "door" and disappeared.
Mr. Kong Fang flew to the second floor from left to right, intending to use steel coins to knock down the walls of the second floor.
The copper coin was flying at a very fast speed, and he estimated that Boss Lu could only block one copper coin.
Boss Lu stood where he was and wrote the word "收" in the air with his finger, and both copper coins fell into his hand.
Mr. Kong Fang nodded and said, "After so many years of not fighting, you are no worse than you were back then. It's a pity that I am no longer the same as I was back then."
After saying that, Mr. Kong Fang pulled off three tassels from his hat and put one between each finger from index finger to little finger.
The ears of corn stretched out like three golden snakes and pounced towards Boss Lu's face. The copper coins on the ears of corn shook, and the harsh and mixed collision sounds interfered with Boss Lu's judgment.
It was too late to write anything else. Boss Lu opened the book, and the words on the book flew out, fighting with the three ears of corn.
The fighting power of these three ears of wheat was obviously better than the words released by Boss Lu. A whole page of words was quickly shattered to the ground by the ears of wheat. Even the book in Boss Lu's hand was smashed by the ears of wheat.
"The books are broken, what else can you use to fight me?" Mr. Kong Fang jumped up to the second floor.
Boss Lu waved his hand, and two bottles of glue flew down from the first floor. One was used to glue the books, and the other was used to glue Mr. Kong Fang's soles. Gluing shoes?
Mr. Kong Fang almost laughed out loud: "Old Zhou, you are good at fighting, but your brain is really not good. Selling books here every day, have you become stupid?"
He simply took off his shoes, his body floated in the air, and with a flick of his fingertips, the copper coins on the three tassels flew out and hit Boss Lu all over his body.
He didn't hide?
Mr. Kong Fang was startled to see that Boss Lu was bleeding.
Blood is not red, it is black.
Mr. Kong Fang murmured, "Aren't you Zhou Badou?"
Boss Lu shook his body and said, "I don't know you, but I guess I know you now."
After saying this, "Boss Lu"'s body became flat, his limbs twisted and stretched, his body was full of holes, and the whole person turned into the Chinese character "Zhou", which turned into a pool of ink and remained on the ground.
Is this a word written by Zhou Badou?
Just a word?
Mr. Kong Fang's thoughts were a little fuzzy, and he could not accept this situation.
He kept repeating one sentence: "We have been equally famous for so many years, our methods should be equal, they should be equal..." This situation was obviously not equal. Mr. Kong Fang didn't think any more and quickly pushed open the door of the warehouse.
The warehouse was divided into an inner room and an outer room. Kong Fang walked through the outer room, pushed open the door of the inner room, and saw Du Wenming lying on the ground with his face covered in ink.
He had thought of letting Du Wenming suffer a little, to kill his arrogance and learn some experience, but he never thought of letting Du Wenming be captured alive by the enemy. Mr. Kong Fang rushed into the inner room, wanting to rescue Du Wenming, but when he rushed over the threshold, the scenery around him changed.
The warehouse disappeared and Mr. Kong Fang was standing on the street.
On the frozen lakeside, a man wearing a black Mao suit and a white scarf was reciting a poem amid the slowly falling snow: "Beautiful flowers are blooming at this moment. The cold wind cannot blow away the beauty of life, nor can it blow away my love for you."
A woman looked up at the man affectionately, tears welling up in her eyes. When the man finished reciting the poem, the first tear fell from the corner of her eye. Mr. Kong Fang knew where this was.
He was sent to the Moxiang shop.
"I am as famous as him, so our methods should be comparable." He kept repeating this sentence. ...
At Lu's Bookstore, Boss Lu had been discussing the details of the sequel with Li Banfeng and had never left. The two discussed until dawn, and Boss Lu had a lot of ideas, so he decided to close the bookstore for a day to concentrate on writing.
"Seventh Master, I will remember this friendship. If you need me in the future, please let me know." Boss Lu bowed deeply. Li Banfeng stood up to return the greeting. He first looked at the door and then upstairs.
He did know that someone had come in through the door last night, but he didn't know where that person had gone. He sensed that someone had entered the warehouse last night, but now he could not sense anything. Li Banfeng left the study and returned to Xiaoyaowu to rest for a day.
Boss Lu wrote until late at night and was quite satisfied with his new work. After putting away the manuscript, he pushed the door and walked out of the study. Outside the door was Kudaikan, and Boss Lu went to Piaoxiangyuan.
On the second floor of Piaoxiangyuan, Yu Yaoming was surrounded by beauties and was drinking and feasting.
Boss Lu sent all the girls away and said to Yu Yaoming: "It's time to go back. I found a test subject for you." PS: Will Yu Yaoming succeed this time?
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